“I wonder if they’ll laugh when I’m dead?”
In the eyes there is promise, hope. Ambition.
In the mirror is deceit. Pain.
In the smile there is happiness, blind joy.
Only as happy as the world allows him to be.
The heat of the moment flattening the future.
A scream of delusion keeping uncertainty afloat.
The drive drowning in its own failure.
Pushed to madness, laughing at this terrible joke.
What will be when the card is revealed?
A permanent smile.
The smile endures, cut in formation.
A sigh of relief.
A laugh that it happened, that it’s over.
It that my voice?
Is it yours?
It looks like we broke even.
